Luyện nghe bài hát Scene: A Train Platform In Yorkshire/the House Upon The Hill

House Upon the

High on a hill sits a big old
With wrong inside it.
Spirits the halls
And no effort now to hide it.

What will put their souls to
And stop their ceaseless
Why do they out children's names
And speak of one who's

MRS.
Well, you're not to care
your uncle certainly isn't
to himself about you.

And the master hears the
On the stairways and still,
And the speak of secrets
In the upon the hill.

MRS.
a hunchback, you see.
And a sour man he was,
and got no of all his mobney
and a big place he were married.

To my Aunt

MRS.
She were a sweet, thing and he'd
have walked the world to get her
a blade of grass she wanted. When
she died, it made him worse ever.

High on a sits a big old house
ith wrong inside it.
Someone died, and someone's
Alone and abide it.

There in the house is a man
Still by her beauty,
Asking what a can be
naught remains but duty.

Is it always so here?

MRS.
It's the moor. Miles and
of wild land that grows
on but and gorse and broom,
and nothing on but wild
and sheep.

What is awful howling sound?

MRS.
That's the wind blowing the bushes
call it wuthering that sound
but look there that tiny
far there
that'll be the it will.

And the hears the whispers
On the stairways and still,
And the spirits speak of
In the upon the hill.